Chapter 12- back at the locker room.

"Really?! For how long!" demanded Hunter.

The Wiccan sisters were hard at work once more. Hunter began to grow again so they forced him to lie down on the ground. He was ordered to stay there until farther notice. "I don't see what good that will do him," announced the Undertaker.

Dee however was able to reach up, grab one of his horns and forced him down to her eye level. "Plain and simple Deadman, he's growing too fast to adjust. At this rate, his spine will snap and sever beyond any repair. His lower body will crush under the weight of his torso. Kapish?" she hissed lowly.

Hunter heard every word as he lay on the ground. His hands began to skim across as if it were a comfortable bed, he announced "Ground is good… I like it, it's nice, and cool and just be sure no one steps on me," he announced as Stephanie got him a pillow to be on the safe side. However Dee had other worries on her mind. Night was falling and it was a full moon tonight. The silver chain on Batista's neck would not calm the transformation. He would become wild. There wasn't many in the locker room that would be able to keep him under control or at least subdue the savage animal. It was part of the reason why she didn't want Kane to leave in a hurry. He was one of the few would could go toe-to-toe if need be with Batista. The best they could so was lock him into the closest room and block every door with a forklift. It was just done recently when Vince McMahon wondered into the locker room. He looked about and walked through Randy Orton, unaware to the events that had occurred. He saw his son in law sprawled on the floor and growing little by little as the time passed. But his full attention came to the Undertaker. He stood out like a red thumb with horns.

"What the hell is going on here?" Vince demanded.

Everyone turned and saw Vince, he stood puzzled and confused to the events before him. But his main focus was on Triple H. "Hunter… What's going on? Why do you have horns?" he demanded.

The comment stunned even Hunter as he reached his forehead and felt little points emerging from his skull. "Oh, well I'll be" he muttered lowly.

"We can explain dad…" Stephanie said aloud until she looked about herself to get the full picture. "Uh… maybe not all of it"

Mr. McMahon however wasn't thrilled with what has occurred in his locker room. Stephanie did her best to explain what had happened and the three Wiccan sisters who attempted to help them. Vince stared at the three young women before him who stood rather unamused. "Sir, if you don't mind. We have some serious work to do. For example, you just walked through Randy Orton"

Vince turned and jumped as Orton stood behind him. After regaining consciousness, Mr. McMahon stared about as he saw how twisted his locker room became. "Just tell me this is curable?" he begged.

"Well, we're working on it. You see a gypsy's curse is hard to remove, even after when the person who casted it threw themselves off a bridge to ensure it sticks. Isn't that right Deadman?" Dee asked with a glare.

"She wanted to marry me and slipped a love potion to me… how… I don't know!" he snapped back.

"You couldn't have put her down gently?" Vince asked aloud.

"Why the hell is this coming off as my fault!?" Taker demanded aloud.

The argument grew so loud, no one heard the locker room door that held Batista begin to moan and strain. No one saw the crack in the thick metal, as the forklift began to move….